The Lost Queen
by:
Elsbeth
Suddenly transported to another world what will Eleanor need to do to survive and hopefully get home. |
Chapter 5: An Unlucky number?
As the final toll of the Healer’s Hall bell announced the start of the day, fourteen mounted men and two horse-drawn wagons made their way through the streets of Wyndemere.
The second wagon barely slowed down as villagers began to climb on board and greet one another as the cart continued through the streets. Even with the long day ahead, the field workers' good mood didn’t change. All were ready to start work.
In contrast, the wagon in front contained supplies for the upcoming journey down the Forest Road— the mounted men were apprehensive at what those forthcoming days would bring.
Two men led the procession, one dressed in his familiar red arming coat and silver badge of office. The second horsemen rode heavily armored — a thick quilted gambeson covered by mail, which included the body and limbs with additional protection to his head provided by a conical kettle helm.
Upon approaching the inn, the procession slowed for only a moment as Captain Colin turned in his saddle, “I will be along in a moment.”
The guards on the way to the fields saluted before turning away with the wagon full of workers and headed towards the Forest Gate.
“Seems the rumors were true, Captain. Lady Eleanor had a busy night,” Marcus grinned at the two figures that stood in the inn’s courtyard waiting for their escort.
Leo waved then looked at his wife, who just stood there with a soft smile on her face. The healer no longer wore his elegant blue and bright yellow cioppa instead armored much like the honored veteran except on his head he wore a sallet helm, with its face guard currently up.
Karin’s light leather armor had additional protection added, including a mail shirt and heavy leather guards on her arms and legs along with a kettle helm to protect her head.
“Good morning, Captain, Marcus,” Leo approached the two men.
Captain Conrad signaled everyone to dismount. “So it’s true, she had Mistress Margaret up all night.”
“Good morning to you both, and yes, we discovered our new gambesons needed some altering.” Karin greeted the two men warmly while her husband grumbled that he hadn’t gained that much weight.
“Lady Eleanor had concerns for our safety, as neither of us were properly outfitted.”
Leo sighed. “She’s not wrong. We really can’t call ourselves C ranked adventurers anymore either as we sold most of our enchanted gear when we retired.”
He didn’t mention the additional protection Lady Eleanor insisted they wear, a ring for him and his wife, and a medallion for his niece.
“I see.” The Captain’s admiration for the young noblewoman rose, but her mystery only increased.
Lady Eleanor managed at the last minute to gather supplies for her group. Not impossible with enough silver, but the merchants seemed to want to help. Along with a long list of supplies, from what he could see, she purchased well-crafted armor for the two of them. He expected nothing less for their niece's outfit.
“Well, it looks good on you, brings back memories.” Marcus grinned, punching Leo in the shoulder.
“There she is.” The captain murmured.
“You were right, sir, she’s wearing silvered steel,” Marcus whispered to his commander.
“I’ll add it to my report to the Baroness.” The Captain nodded and then signed to his men to greet the approaching noblewoman.
Lady Eleanor Reine of Avalon stepped from the side of the inn, and into the morning sun. With her armor shining, no one noticed when she stumbled a bit at the sight of everyone in the courtyard bowing as she approached.
--0--
At least now we now look like a proper adventuring party. Karin’s gear wasn’t too bad. She just needed additional protection, but her husband had planned on wearing only a heavy linen arming coat on our journey to find his niece.
Neither of the two had proper head protection, and Iona’s gear was not acceptable. The simple linen robe wouldn’t turn a blade away, much less the teeth and claws from a monster. I didn’t have a high opinion of her sister for allowing her younger sibling to join her party wearing such an outfit.
Opal and I, along with one of the village seamstress, put our heads together to get Iona into proper gear. I didn’t mind salvaging a bit of one of my less-used outfits for her safety.
In the end, the young mage ended up with deep blue battle robes, covered by a light leather jerkin. The light mail coif she wore on her head, well, I didn’t tell anyone it would offer more protection than a full metal helm.
Leo had tried to argue, of course, about the cost, not about his niece’s gear obviously, but his own. I impressed on him that the armor was nothing more than a gift to see them all safely home.
Although you wouldn’t be able to tell, we were also well supplied. After Leo gave his seal of approval, all of the items ended up in my inventory or the arcane bag that Iona slung across her shoulder.
“Auntie,” Iona happily called out, “Excuse me, Lady Eleanor.”
“Go on, show her how you look.” I waved her off before turning to Gwefrydd, who had been following the two of us out of the stables. “You seem to have fans.”
The captain looked thoughtful, probably professional curiosity. I had no clue what breeds the guards rode, but the horses were smaller. Gwefrydd, according to his in-game description, was classified as a Destrier, and I believe most of the guards riding mounts would be called Rouncey.
Glancing towards Leo and Karin, who stood with amused smiles, as Iona happily pointed out that her blue outfit matched my armor, I greeted both the Captain and his second in command.
“I would like to thank you again, Lady Eleanor, for looking into this situation for me.” the Captain handed me a round metal disk covered with what I discovered was the Baroness's symbol, or device, a small rose surrounded by white and red painted diamonds.
“This will give you the authority as my proxy to command any adventuring parties you might come across.”
I hesitated for a moment, “Shouldn’t Leo or Karin be given this? They are more familiar with the guild.”
“No, I disagree. It should be you, Lady Eleanor,” Leo spoke quite firmly as he joined the conversation.
I glanced towards Karin, who nodded in agreement.
“I accept then.”
We wasted no time after that, Karin and Iona took a seat in the wagon, while Leo rode on an extra mount. After passing through the Forest Gate, the Captain headed off towards the fields leaving Marcus in charge.
With our number now at thirteen, I had a sudden thought. I hoped that there was not another dragon at the end of this adventure.
--0—
Leo and I had been riding behind the wagon for most of the morning. Gwefrydd wanted to go faster, but Marcus was letting the horse pulling the wagon set the pace.
During that time, I learned a little about the caravans that traveled from the east. Carrying salt, iron, wine, textiles, and numerous luxury items, they would generally be composed of two dozen wagons along with its masters, divers, animal handlers, servants, passengers, and maybe forty or so guards.
“It's not unheard of that before they cross the Ulmar mountains and into the Dry Valley, that the number of merchants will triple as many of the caravan leaders will band together for protection,” Karin nudged her niece, who started to make a face.
“Is it that dangerous?”
“It can be, my lady, especially through the Dry Valley.” Taking a sip of watered-down wine, she passed it around. “Often, one of the rich merchant houses will make a request to the Emperor for the Legion’s assistance.”
“That’s how I met my wife.” Leo chuckled at the look his niece gave the two of them.
I couldn’t help but grin, “I guess, she’s heard the story before?”
“A few times,” Iona murmured before passing the wine bag back to her aunt.
“As you know, I was a member of the Sixth Legion. We were called upon by the Emperor to escort a caravan when it came under attack by a large group of Dal Riata raiders. The lead scouts, which I was part of, were quickly overrun. A week later, I awoke in a Healer’s Hall.”
Leo picked up the story, “The Legion commander dropped off its wounded auxiliaries in Peturia turned around and headed back through the pass.”
“So, they just left you there?”
Karin made a face then shrugged, “We weren’t important enough, and any of the wounded who did return afterward would most likely be arrested for desertion. A cousin of mine warned me about that. Instead, the caravan master paid for our healing and offered us jobs.”
“Which was a good thing,” Leo smiled at his wife. “About a year later, my companions and I were hired on as caravan guards. We met not long after that.”
Before Karin could continue her tale, a loud crash came from the front of the column.
“I’ll take a look.” Quickly riding around the wagon, I reached Marcus, who had called for a halt. But, before I could open my mouth to ask what was going on, two of the outriders retreated past us as a tree crashed to the ground, sending up a large plume of dust into the air.
“I’ll get the others and check it out,” I called out as I wheeled my mount around.
Riding back, I quickly dismounted, “There something down the road causing problems.”
Iona started to rise, but Karin put her hand up, “Stay here.”
“But.”
Drawing the weapon I was most familiar with, my longsword Marwolaeth, I pointed to a place towards the front of the wagon, “No, it’s a good idea. If you stand right over there, you will get a good view. If anything approaches the wagon, it will be your responsibility to take care of it.”
I could see her struggling for a moment, before taking a deep breath and noddeding. Karin mouthed the words ‘thank you’ as the three of us moved past the front of the column.
With me taking the lead as we discussed last night, Leo moved to my right with his spear, and Karin, with her bow at the ready, remained a few steps behind to my left. Obviously, I would be the tank of our party, although they didn’t understand the terminology they did the intent.
From the looks of things, the whole tree line on the left side of the road had been torn up, with a couple of trees upended. I could see why the outriders were spooked.
“Looks like a gura or something as large,” Karin announced as she moved closer to my side.
“They don’t normally attack humans.” Her husband grimaced at the pulverized tree, which had been thrown clear from the forest by a good distance.
“Not unless they’re annoyed, or in heat, they can be pretty unpredictable.”
I’m not sure if either of the two noticed the six foot tall, half-ton of wild boar with its razor-sharp tusks bearing down on us from the tree line, but to me, it moved in slow motion.
Stepping out of the way of the charge, I drew my sword back and struck as it passed piercing its skull right behind its right ear. The beast continued forward, not realizing its fate, but as it turned, it stumbled, earning it two arrows in the flank.
“That’s a big pig.” Leo moved to set his spear, but the massive boar just collapsed to the ground.
“Think it's large enough to feed thirteen people?”
“I would hope so, my lady,” Karin moved to place herself behind her husband with another arrow nocked.
The three of us stood watching the tree line for a few more minutes before deciding that was the only threat.
“I’ll go back and see if we can get help dressing the beast.”
“Bring Iona back as well, luv,” Karin called out as she cautiously approached the gura. Retrieving her two arrows, she pressed her hand on the beast's skull. “Well struck, Lady Eleanor.”
“Thank you.”
Strange, in the real world, I had never killed anything nor had a desire to do so. The skitters were bugs, so I didn’t give them much thought. Even as the wild boar lay there, I was more concerned that I had made sure it didn’t suffer than I had just killed it without a thought. Truthfully, I didn't know if I was horrified or thankful.
“That’s even larger than the ones we saw. How did you kill that thing?” Iona said in amazement as she joined us with the rest of the guards.
“Quite easily, Lady Eleanor struck it behind the ear as it charged past us.” Karin pointed to the wound.
“Sweet Dinya,” One of the guards exclaimed.
Thankfully, Marcus started ordering everyone about, and soon, several of the guards were getting to work field dressing the boar.
Not interested in watching, I started walking towards the pulverized log that stood between us and the tree line. “Well, unless you want to help, Iona let’s move off and see how you’ve progressed with the Fire Dart spell.”
I thought she looked a little green because she quickly moved to my side. Karin also joined, leaving Leo to help the guards. Dousing the tree and the surrounding grass with conjured water, no need for us to set the forest on fire, I walked back to the road.
“All right, that’s your target.” Standing back, I watched as Iona concentrated on her spell.
Chanting for a moment, she sent a palm-size fire dart into the log. The penetration of the spell wasn’t as good as an Earth or Ice Dart, but not many living things like to be caught on fire.
I asked for her to cast the spell again, then for her to do two darts at once. Karin voiced her approval as her niece readily complied with all my requests.
“Excellent, now can you double the number of darts?”
Biting her lip, she nodded, then concentrated for a moment, and after a quick chant sent four darts into the overturned tree.
Taking a deep breath, she gave me a satisfied smile. Iona wasn’t panting, but I could tell she was tired. “Can I ask, Lady Eleanor, how many darts can you cast at once?”
“Let’s try eight,” Pointing I sent the darts into the tree, which flipped over from the impact of the spell.
Stepping back, Iona clapped her hands together, “Egads, my lady, do you think I will be able to do that?”
“With practice and experience, but remember there will come a time where you're just wasting your mana. The drain of nine fire darts is more than a Cone of Fire, which will do more damage in a wider area. “
I noticed something else which thankfully no one had pointed out. Unlike Iona, I never chanted before casting the spell. I didn’t know if that was normal or not or just something that made my magic different.
“Why don’t we find a place and work on the Alarm Ward maybe you will be able to cast it by the time we reach your sister.”
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“So what else do you normally expect to encounter on the road,” I drew Gwefrydd closer to the wagon again after riding up and down the column.
The men were very efficient in dressing the boar. The tusks were offered to me, which I placed in Iona’s bag. Most of the meat had been cut up and placed in a barrel, and then covered with salt. The rest would be cooked as soon as we stopped.
“Goblyns, my lady,” One of the guards riding near me commented. “But, they won't bother us none since we’re all fighting men.”
“And ladies,” Another guard jumped in.
Karin nodded, “Forest Goblyns tend to travel in several small family groups, but it’s the goblyn clans to the east that cause the caravans the most grief.”
“Lupi, too, but they tend to stay in the hills,” Iona looked up from her studying. “And well, wolves.”
“Well, wolves are everywhere, little Miss, but your right about that,” The guard smiled and then moved off to join his partner further to our left.
“Might see an Ogre or two.”
“Truly,” Iona turned to her uncle, who rode up. I couldn’t tell if she was excited or nervous.
“Hush, you.” Karin admonished her husband. “Don’t scare her. We’re too far from the Ulmar mountains to run into one.”
Shrugging, Leo explained, “We do see them but not very often. I heard they are much more common further north. Is it true, Lady Eleanor?”
“Ogres, sure, do you also have problems with trolls?” Not sure if Ogres roamed the north, but they were a pretty common monster to fight in-game. Trolls were of an abundance too, and wondered if they would be something seen in this world.
“Oh that’s right, my lady, you mentioned you were traveling in a swamp.” Leo nodded, “We see them down south along the Red River and in the saltwater swamps near Castlerock. They can also be found occasionally in some rivers as far west as Harmon.”
“What about Rock Tolls?” Iona looked around.
Karin shrugged, “Pretty sure they are just Ogres.”
Swamp Tolls and River Trolls, well, that’s a thing, “Looks like Marcus is calling for a halt.”
“There’s a campsite up ahead.” One of the guards pointed to another clearing I had passed on my way through the woods the first time. Since we were pacing the wagon, it was going to take a couple of days to get out of this part of the forest.
Creating a campsite with my cooking skills fascinated everyone, although we needed more than just one with the number of people we had. While Iona gathered wood from the woodpiles, I stood off watching the guards who were felling a tree for more wood for later groups.
“So, if there are so many people, my lady, why are the four of us setting a watch tonight?” Iona asked after dropping another load of sticks down on the ground.
“Because we need to be getting into the habit,” Her uncle replied. “You and Lady Eleanor will be taking the first watch as we talked about.”
“This way, we can go over the spells you are learning.”
“Thank you, my lady.” Iona beamed at me.
“So, while they are getting ready for dinner, let us continue working on the Alarm Ward. Then afterward, you can watch me set them around the campsite.”
The roasted gura ended up being overcooked, which was probably for the best. We added salt and a few herbs at least around my campsite, which was appreciated. Marcus had joined us, and we discussed the plans for the days ahead. From what Iona mentioned, her sister’s party had turned north about a half day from the Godstone's.
“So, it took over a week for your sister’s group to get to the Pale Hills?”
“Yes, my lady, but we didn’t go straight there.” Iona picked at some bread I had pulled out of my inventory. Cutting it up to make sandwiches with the pork had been a great hit. Adding BBQ sauce would also have been nice, but finding molasses in this world seemed pretty unlikely.
“If we push ourselves, we should get there in three or four days' time.” Leo frowned, “But we’re still not sure the direction your sister’s party went from there.”
“Sorry, uncle, I didn’t really pay attention. Once we left the rockslide, we traveled west for most of the day then started back towards the road.” She said unhappily.
“No matter,” Karin reached over and gently ran her fingers through her niece’s hair. ”We will find Myra.”
Well, this was going to come out eventually. Marcus had wondered about my mount. We planned on walking toward the Pale Hills, and of course, Gwefrydd would have to be left behind.
“Once we get there, I can take Gwefrydd out for a ride. I should be able to cover quite a bit ground, even in broken terrain.”
“Are you not leaving your mount behind, Lady Eleanor?” Karin frowned. I could see confusion in her eyes.
“Well, he isn’t exactly traveling with us.” I pointed to Gwefrydd, who stood off with the other horses in a picket line, happily eating his dinner. Sorry, I’ll make it up to you later. I then unsummoned him.
Everyone at our campfire, but Karin jumped. She whispered, “You have bonded with a Caddaja.”
“What?”
Karin looked towards me, “A spirit horse, Iona.”
I nodded as it was a good explanation as any. I had planned either to explain that it was a summoning spell or a magic item, but this explanation seemed to work better.
“Oh, I never heard of that before. Can I get one?” She looked up at me, hopefully. I knew Iona was fond of the greedy guts.
“It’s not as simple as that, Iona. My mother told me a story of Princess Freia, who was said to have a vision from Nyyrikki while out hunting. Taking the form of a great white stag, he led her on a merry chase through an ancient forest for six days and nights. On the fifth day, she fought a gigantic horned snake and on the sixth, a giant she-wolf. On the seventh day, she battled a corrupted spirit, which stood guarding a golden horn in the forest’s heart.”
As Karin continued to tell her tale, how the Princess defeated the spirit and freed the Unicorn Adara from her prison, I knew that my life had become considerably more complicated.
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Author's note: a wee bit shorter but snuck one in, thanks for reading! See you in a few
Glossary:
Aggro - As a verb, it refers to a hostile mob that has noticed a player and is actively trying to attack that player. As a noun, it refers to the amount of "hostility" the player has generated on the mob.
Alt - or alternate character is a character in addition to one's "primary" or "Main" player character. Also, one frequent use is to play characters of opposite gender or to see what new features have been added since they last were on a low-level character.
Bells: Most large communities have some way to keep time, useful for travelers, and tradesmen heading off to work. Usually the either the Town’s Hall or Healer’s Hall will ring a large bell. It's Midsummer, so the times below will change depending on the time of year and location-
First 2:30 a.m.
Second 3:40 a.m.
Third 7:00 a.m.
Forth 12:20 p.m.
Fifth 3:00 p.m.
Sixth 7:00 p.m.
Seventh 8:20 p.m.
Eighth 9:30 p.m.
Escort Missions – a job where you have to safeguard an NPC, without getting them killed. Now, this wouldn't be so bad, except that the NPCs are universally stupid, running ahead and getting killed in the process. Many players despise these types of jobs.
Guilds - Semi-permanent player groups. In typical games, players must use a substantial amount of capital to start the guild.
MMORPG - Massively-Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game
Mob - An AI-controlled monster.
Noob- Newbie, newb, noob, or n00b is a slang term for a novice or newcomer, or somebody inexperienced in a profession or activity. Variant forms of the noun include Newby and newbee, while the related term noob (often stylized as "n00b") is commonly used in online gaming.
Tank - A tank or also known as a meat shield, redirect enemy attacks or attention toward themselves to protect others. Typically the fighter tries to take as much aggro as possible away from weaker players such as healers and mages. Since they can often take a lot of damage, they are usually heavily armored and have lots of health.
Total party kill (TPK) “Rocks fall, everyone dies” or wipes - a situation in which every player character in a party dies. Factors include player inexperience, insufficient player characters, or encounters too difficult for the party's capabilities.
Comments
Thank you
I'm enjoying this story.
Miyata312
'Do or Do Not, There is no Try' - Yoda
Thank You
And thank you for reading, I'm happy your enjoying the story
Is fearr Gaeilge briste, ná Béarla clíste.
Broken Irish is better than clever English.
Yay
Thank you another amazing chapter. Iona is learning fast, she is so going to be Eleanor’s court mage I’m sure she will surpass her sisters mage if she hasn’t already.
I wonder how much better the sword she got from the dragon is than the one she is using. She clearly impressed everyone when she killed the boar effortlessly and impressed the captain by paying for gear for her whole party and having silvered armor. I also wonder why she didn’t lend her spear to Leo since it’s probably better than his. In addition I wonder how many weapons she has and how powerful the amulet and rings are. How long is the drought going to be before chapter 6?
hugs :)
Michelle SidheElf Amaianna
Spear lending
Would you lend somebody a weapon you are familiar with and instinctively know how to wield?
It is likely Leo’s spear is one he knows best and is most comfortable with also.
I suspect all her weapons are bonded to Eleanor too, allowing her to effortlessly wield them.
Bind on Pickup and Bind on Equipt
Correct,
An item is Bind on Equip (BoE) ot (Bind on Pickup) if it becomes soulbound when equipped by a player character. A warning appears before a player equips a Bind on Equip item for the first time, asking if the player is sure they want to do so.
Also, asking a noble to borrow their weapon, I don't think anyone would do that. I agree Leo would have to get used to another weapon and his isn't bad as opposed to Karins bow which is rather nice.
So see above soul bound weapon, for those who don't know, and it will come up and once again to cause confusion :)
Thanks for reading
Is fearr Gaeilge briste, ná Béarla clíste.
Broken Irish is better than clever English.
Thanks!
At least one of my guesses finally was correct. :)
So far there has been no specific discussion about mana other than some spells use more mana than others. The main issues usually are how much mana is available to a character, how fast it will regenerate so am looking forward to those.
Finally, does her horse have armor protection of some kind? I thought armor for horses was used for a period.
Horse Armor
For the most part, although used in battle, barding was mostly used during jousts, hunts and ceremony.
But to answer your question, yes she has armor for Gwefrydd but she hasn't seen a need. Plus she is still trying to fly under the radar with stuff, yes, we know its a lost cause.
Is fearr Gaeilge briste, ná Béarla clíste.
Broken Irish is better than clever English.
The long, horrid drought.
She's been consistently publishing chapters every 4 to 6 days. So I'm going to make a wild guess that the next chapter will be published in about 5 days. Grin.
I still find I get a horrid jolt every time I suddenly read "Author's note". This story is so riveting that I forget I don't have hours and hours left to read. So I'm merrily reading along and suddenly I have to wait another 5 days. But the pain is so worth it. Thanks for the story.
She has work delays
Sadly I think at least a 12 day wait.
Iona
Thanks for reading!
I'm sure Iona would like to be Eleanor's apprentice first :)
Eleanor has a few weapons, but also has her favorites. She actually hasn't used Cyfiawnder, and it's rather flashy. She made a decision when she switched into her 'Mithril' armor (silvered steel) before entering the village to tone it down :) Just the simple adventurer.
Is fearr Gaeilge briste, ná Béarla clíste.
Broken Irish is better than clever English.
Silvered steel armor
I saw that coming chapters back.
I think she is wearing something that would cost enough to buy cities let alone that village.
For good or for bad she has natural leadership skills and likely high charisma so she can’t help but get noticed.
She mentioned previously she would like to level up her spell casting. If she learns enough from teaching Iona, she may very well do so.
And LOL her silvered steel armor is not even her first class armor, that would be her end game armor so one wonders what that would be made of.
Armor
I was wondering that myself if there was anything in this world that could compare, or if Orichalcom and Adamantine have different names here. Maybe there are S ranked adventures or A ranked ones are sorted into tiers. I wonder if she will be forced to use them in the dungeon.
hugs :)
Michelle SidheElf Amaianna
Armor
Who knows, it’s fun to speculate though or maybe the heavy duty armor just has better enhancements.
We are gradually being introduced to ‘real life’ versions of her in-game powers, we just find out that her in-game horse translates to a mystic horse.
She us likely at the top of her class type here, probably a near paragon of one, but who knows how that would be compared against other highly ranked classes. Being what she is, she has a very balanced power set but she can’t do it all alone and that is her ultimate power really, harnessing others to work together for the common good, leading by example.
When the time comes that it is revealed she is the queen, I doubt there would be as much surprise.
Armor
I wonder if it’s made of some material that only exists in their legends and myths.
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Michelle SidheElf Amaianna
Silvered Steel
I went back and looked, so Silvered Steel is usually used by rank A adventures then would that make her Adamantine and Orichalcom ranked S if that exists or would her gear just completely outstrip anything this world has to offer. I wonder if A class has tiers or if there are other names for Adamantine and Orichalcom.
hugs :)
Michelle SidheElf Amaianna
Silvered Steel and the merchant
When Lady Eleanor was talking about Silvered Steel to the merchant, it was swords and knives if I'm not mistaken. Usually only class A Adventurers could afford such weaponry. Expensive to the extreme. She steps out of the Inn in a suit of Silvered Steel. What kind of price are we talking about? We are way above pricing in silver coin. We have gone to pricing in gold coin, if not rare dragon's blood, claws, teeth, skin? No one could mistake Lady Eleanor for a commoner any longer. She has to be more than a Class A Adventurer as which one of them could or would afford to spend such coin on someone they just met?
In this chapter we also find Eleanor outfitted Leo in Armor. Again, go back to the talk with the arms merchant. The mail Iona received would cost over five hundred silver. Next we find Lady Eleanor paid for all or most of the supplies needed for the adventure. The Captain, Honored Veteran, Leo, and Karin, are probably the few who know or beginning to realize Lady Eleanor is more than a simple adventurer, Class A or otherwise.
Excellent story telling. Well crafted, and paced.
always,
Barb
Oklahoma born and raised cowgirl
Noob is enjoying it too
I just thought you might like to know that someone who doesn't play any of these games is still very much able to keep up and enjoy the story. I'm getting a little worried about the Baroness. I keep thinking of the Barons from that show The Badlands.
And while I'm loving Eleanor effortlessly be a badass, I can't wait until she has to flex a little.
Be safe!
Noob
Well, happy your enjoying it. One of the reason I added the glossary, some people are familiar some are not. So hopefully it help.
Thanks for reading
Is fearr Gaeilge briste, ná Béarla clíste.
Broken Irish is better than clever English.
This story just gets better and better.......
And I can’t wait to see where it goes from here!
D. Eden
Dum Vivimus, Vivamus
Starting to find this tale fascinating
I love magical stories but am not a gamer. Nuann sent me an notice awhile back. I swear I understood not one single thing she was talking about. The girl had stepped off into the deep end of the pool without her water wings.
This story started out the same way. It was interesting but not. I understood almost nothing the author was writing about. Thought about giving it up. A good author can pull in readers deeper and deeper into the story along with her characters. Elsbeth is an excellent writer, she has done that very thing. I'm now trapped along with the characters in this story waiting to read the next chapter and exploring the next adventure.
Well done Elsbeth!
always,
Barb
Oklahoma born and raised cowgirl
Thank You
Thanks for reading, I'm glad your enjoying the tale. Hope there's enough explanation so people who are not familiar with gaming won't get lost, as much as someone who knows little of the middle ages.
Thanks again
Is fearr Gaeilge briste, ná Béarla clíste.
Broken Irish is better than clever English.
Companions
I hope she is not the only one there and she runs into some of them soon, hopefully the person with clothier skill and her cousin, maybe at least one of her knights. Maybe one of them is in the dungeon. Hopefully her cousin and Eleanor can be each other’s maids of honor at the end of Eleanor’s adventure. I am going stir crazy waiting for the next chapter, it’s that good.
hugs :)
Michelle SidheElf Amaianna
Real Life
So I wonder since this isn’t a game anymore the arbitrary limits on her magic ability are still there or if she can also reach Archmage status.
hugs :)
Michelle SidheElf Amaianna
I would doubt it
She risks becoming a Mary Sue level character if she is that powerful. She has room to grow, sure but since this is a world that has magic something may limit her.
Mary sue
And she isn’t one right now?
hugs :)
Michelle SidheElf Amaianna